“Kepler Quinn wants to give me another first.” He hums softly. “I like the sound of that.” “I do too.” I inhale slowly. “I wish I could return the favor.” He huffs out a laugh that becomes a white cloud. “You don’t know how many firsts you’ve given me.” “Name one,” I challenge him. He picks up his toast, bites the corner, chews slowly, then swallows. “Love.”
